by Lucie Blake
“You never told me Mae. We can get through whatever struggles we have together, but I don’t think this is the way. Untie me and let’s go home.”
“No, no sis….when you got married you moved away to the ‘rich’ part of LA. Yes, you made sure I was taken care of but I always stood in your shadow. You were the one who got all the glory in the press for breaking down StarLink. You have that charity now, where you rub shoulders with the big wigs. I’m just a nobody.”
She began to weep and even though I was angry, it pained me to see her living out her hurt in this way. When she began to speak again her voice was low and her shoulders sagged.
“The Jordan family owned me. They would tell their little girl that I was the live in maid and she believed them. I barely knew any English, but that was soon fixed. After the whip lashes, I had no choice but to remember how to say please, and thank you very quickly. When I left the shipping container, they brought me in, I was in a house with other girls he owned and much like you, from as young as twelve years old they were ‘hired out’ to different people.
“When I was about sixteen, I went to live in the family house and it’s there I got my lesson in sex and submission. Funny enough, it was his wife who made his sick desires possible. One day she came to me and said, ‘Mae, its time to show Mr. Jordan how much you appreciate him, you will do as I say and not resist him in any way.’ Of course I complied but I didn’t know what I was agreeing to. Their basement was the place they acted out their sick ideas and I had to play along or face the consequences.
“She took me to the room where there were only a few chairs and a slipshod table. She ordered me to strip off my clothes and lay back on the table. I hesitated at the idea of getting naked in front of her, but the slap in my face reminded me of just how this arrangement worked; they gave orders and I obeyed. She brought a piece if rope and went to work. One at a time she bound my thighs to my arms and I was unable to shut my legs. Then she bound my mouth with some of the same rope. She was an older woman and I couldn’t understand why she didn’t have compassion for me, but I couldn’t beg her to untie me because of the gag.
“As I lay there totally terrified she decided that she wanted a taste before her husband came in. She started to finger me, this was the first time anyone had even ventured near my pussy and I didn’t know what to feel. As she moved to my clit the sensations started to excite me and I became so upset with myself that I was starting to enjoy the feelings this sick bitch was creating between my legs.
“I didn’t know that you could put your mouth on people’s privates, but when she did it opened my eyes to a whole world of stimulation and arousal. She smiled as she studied my face, and the cum running down my thighs was enough to let her know I was ready. She yelled upstairs, ‘John I have a present for you! Come on down.’ I was shaking, I was so afraid, I couldn’t defend myself because I couldn’t free my arms or legs. He was a short man, not even as tall as me, but his dick made up for his lack of height.
“He came down and pretended to be shocked that I was there wrapped up like a present at Christmas for him. His wife took a position on one of the chairs, and he walked forward. The first thing he did was pinch my nipples and that hurt till the tears came from my eyes. After seeing me flinch, he thrust his fingers inside me and the pain was even more intense. I was a virgin up until that point.
“He never took off all his clothes. Instead, he just unzipped his pants and took his cock out. It was already stiff and he wasted no time in forcing himself inside my tight space. When I realized that there was no more pain I relaxed but that angered him, he wanted to see me in pain it seems and he slapped my pussy until it turned red and I couldn’t help crying even more. He entered me again and this time was rougher than the first. I could feel his dick deep inside me and he was going quickly.
“Again and again he rammed into me, never speaking, only grunting like an animal. He was sadistic and pain got him off. When he finally climaxed. he withdrew from my pussy and forced it into my ass. That was the pinnacle of pain right there. I remember almost choking on my spit and the frayed rope in my mouth. He liked to give it to me in the ass, and I hear Shaun liked it too, that’s why when I fucked him, I let him go to my forbidden hole.
“Did you enjoy watching him eat my pussy? Or was the ass fucking enough to get you wet? I hear you turn frigid and cold when the man wants to fuck you raw. That’s why I personally believe that you didn’t deserve him. He has so much potential and you just are a traumatized old woman who doesn’t know how to please a man.”
I wish I was surprised at this monologue, but for the most part I wasn’t. What had happened to Mae was the plight of many girls, and I was accustomed to the gory details by now. What did surprise me, was the details of my sex life that she seemed to know so well. Was Camilla leaking information about our therapy sessions? The way this plot was unfolding I wouldn’t be surprised. She was speaking again and I tried to listen, but I had begun to think of ways to get free. It seemed I was always fighting for my freedom, one way or the other.
“My baby wasn’t still born Akemi, she was healthy. A chubby little girl I named Flower. I was allowed to raise her until she was about three and then one day a truck pulled up outside. It reminded me of the one we were moved in the day we left our parents. I began to search everywhere for Flower but I never found her. Mrs. Jordan saw me searching and said, “silly bitch, do you think we were going to keep her and feed her? She’s just like you, something to be bought and sold. Now shut the fuck up with your crying and get back to the laundry.”
It was time for me to talk now. All this self pity shit she was giving me was no excuse for kidnapping me. I wondered again if Shaun was in on this or this was a coincidence.
“Alright Mae, so they sold your daughter and you kidnap me? How does that solve anything? And from what you suggested earlier, you have my daughter, if this is true I want to see her. “
“Of course, sister dearest.”
Boris untied me from my chair and stood me up. I leaned on him because my legs were numb. As we moved off in a line; Mae , myself and then Boris, I made note of the phone in the far corner.
Mae was holding the girl under similarly disgusting conditions. The room was smaller and smelled of urine. There were no windows and the small girl was crying when we entered the room. Obviously she had no idea who I was, and cowered in the corner while I stared at a miniature version of myself. Down to the dark, sad eyes were mine. Mae said her name was Katelyn.
“Hi Katelyn, I know you are afraid, but I promise you, everything will be alright.”
“Both Boris and Mae laughed and he said, “we will see about that!” Before yanking me from the room where my offspring sat crying. In only a few minutes my maternal instinct kicked in and I knew I had to save her no matter what.
Back in my chair, only the rope at my wrist confined me. Mae had left and Boris had taken her place on the chair in front of me. Boris was German, his hair was whiter than snow not because of age, but because of his European gene pool. His accent wasn’t thick but it was ever present when he spoke.
“I’ve always liked you Miss, and I was so sorry that it had to come to this. We all need money, you see, and your husband has lots of it. I can tell you where Mae has gone! To the bank! Yes, we are cleaning out your personal accounts now, and we will be speaking to your husband about liquidating his business assets if he wants to see you alive again.”
Thanks to Boris I could at least die knowing Shaun was a victim and not a co-conspirator in this mess.
“Both you and Mae were paid handsomely every month, why would you mess that up and try to extort more from us?”
“Oh its not me, Miss, a cut of the money from your personal bank account is enough for me. It’s Mae and her boyfriend who really wants to get you. He’s hell bent on watching you suffer and Shaun too.”
Mae had a boyfriend? I had never heard of this mystery man and I couldn’t resist asking who the fuck he was. Boris
was full of answers.
“Do you remember the guy who was Shaun’s business partner from their little company?The man you took down when StarLink came under investigation, Colin, he’s fucking your sister now.”
This was going to be a catastrophe. Colin was not a man who would forget the pain of being in a cold jail cell. From what I remembered he was sadistic and enjoyed suffering-his own or anyone else’s. Boris stood up and walked towards me.
“Akemi, I’ve watched you so many days, you and your husband make love with me standing right outside the door. Why wouldn’t you get wet for your husband Akemi? According to Mae he can handle himself, so it must be you then. I bet I could make you wet. Let’s give it a try.”
I was horrified. Boris? Of all the people in the world, why was this happening to me? He walked forward and with one hand, he ripped the garment off my skin leaving my bra exposed. He smelled the fabric and rubbed it against his face. Letting it fall to the floor, he repeated the action with the skirt and I was all but fully naked. “Open those legs for me Akemi, let me see this frigid pussy.”
I didn’t obey, and the slap across my cheek was a reminder that though I had the money, I no longer had the power. Reluctantly, I did as he asked while I fought back the tears. He dropped to his knees and rubbed his face against the smoothing satin that made my underwear. Getting up, he retrieved a bottle of water from the table and opened it. The remainder he poured right between my legs and watched as the fabric stuck to my skin. Pulling the wet material tightly over my pussy, he pinched the lips and laughed at the wince I gave in reaction. He wasn’t rough in removing the panties, but he did seek to terrorize me when he produced a knife. Running the blade over my skin slowly, he watched me whimper before slitting the sides of the panties and watching them fall into the chair.
With one free hand, he yanked the ruined underwear from under me and again rubbed it in his face. These were the type of men that watched the rich play with pussy all the time, but never got a chance to indulge, and for that reason he was savoring the moment.
He laughed maniacally as his eyes found the water bottle and retrieved it while looking into my eyes. The chair was small and I wasn’t a short person. Because of this, he sought to get more comfortable on the floor. As my back pressed against the cold concrete of the dirty floor I shut my eyes; I didn’t want to see what was going to happen next.
When his fingers clamped down on my nipples was when I finally opened them again. He was giving instructions.
“You will look at what I am doing to you, this is how a woman gets wet.”
The bottle wasn’t the cheap plastic kind, it was glass and shaped like a wine bottle, smooth and curvaceous. Uncovering it, he checked to see the bottle was still half full of liquid. He didn’t ask me to open my legs this time, he placed his heavy knee on one and the other one fell open instantly. Boris thought this was a game, and with bound hands, I couldn’t scratch out his eyes like I really wanted to.
I’m sure my clit had been hiding, totally afraid of what would happen if it emerged, but Boris tried all the same to coax it out. The mouth of the bottle was cold from the chilled water it still contained. Using his hands to separate the two sides of my slit, he passed it back and forth over my hood, until, finally it came out. I didn’t want to feel one ounce of pleasure from anything my captor was doing, but it was reflex.
He obviously knew how a woman would react to this stimulus, and laughed at my trembling body. The water in the bottle sloshed out as his large hand manipulated it. Moving on to something more interesting, he slid the bottle down to the hole that was rumored didn’t get wet. Tilting the bottle, he allowed the clear liquid to run before inserting the spout into me.
The cold water flooded my crevice and I trembled again, not from pleasure but from coldness. His laugh returned and he thrust the object again, causing more water to flow out. My involuntary orgasm was building and as my muscles clamped down onto the glass I felt pressure like I had never felt before. The glass was now streaked white from my juices and Boris added his tongue to my clit. That was the final chorus; my pussy muscles forced out the bottle and the liquid shot out behind it. I lay there totally disgusted with myself and the bile began to rise in my throat.
Boris disappeared and came back with an old rag of a dress for me to put on, and I accepted it because it gave me a chance to free my hands. He walked away from me as I slipped the dress on, and I saw it as my only opportunity. The chair I occupied was old, but I figured it was sturdy enough to do the job. As the dress slipped on, I swung around and grabbed the chair in the same motion. I felt a sense of release when it connected with the back of his head. The blood made a pink trail down his neck as it mixed with his hair and he landed face first on the table with a thud.
I ran for the phone and dialed Shaun’s number. He answered in seconds.
“Shaun I’ve been kidnapped, Mae and Boris have me in some place and there is a little girl here too.”
“Oh my God I’m so happy to hear from you, do you have any idea where you are?”
“No I don’t.”
I’m coming to get you honey. Don’t worry about it, just stay safe. Please call me back if you can.”
“I will Shaun. I have no clue where I am though, but I can hear machines working like I’m near a factory or something like that.”
“I will figure it out Akemi. Please stay safe and protect the little girl as well.”
He had no clue how much I was invested in her safety.
I wandered back to the room where the little girl was, and she whimpered as I peeped through the iron bars at her.
“I wont hurt you honey. I promise,”
“I want to go home, I want my mommy and daddy now!”
“Your daddy is coming to get us soon. I promise you. He’s coming . Do you have his cell number?”
She nodded and went into her pocket to reveal the same phone she had taken the selfie with. The little girl was a genius just like her mother. She dialed the number and went up on tippy toes and passed the device through the bars to me. As the phone rang I dreaded speaking to the father of my child.
His gruff voice was panicked when he spoke. “Hello, baby, is that you?”
“No she’s fine. I was also kidnapped with your daughter but she hid her cell phone and I just persuaded her to let me call you.”
“And who the fuck are you? Are you with the people who took her? I swear…”
“Sir we don’t have time for all of that. As a policeman maybe you’ve heard my name before. I’m Akemi Coverly.”
The line went silent as he put together the circumstances and events that brought us together. He cleared his throat and said, “go on.”
“Our past isn’t pretty and I never knew that she was alive. You obviously took it upon yourself to raise her, but that’s not the issue now. Call my husband Shaun Coverly at TechCorp. He doesn’t know about the girl and you don’t have to tell him. Just explain your daughter has been kidnapped and that I called you. We are in some place near factories or something. I can hear the machines working.”
“Sit tight Miss. I will find you from the tracker on the phone. Keep my daughter…our daughter safe…please …she’s my whole world.”
“I already knocked out one guy and the others aren’t here. If I can find a way to escape I will, but please hurry.”
I heard the footsteps and I tossed the phone back inside the cell where my daughter stood .
“Hide it. I will be back for you soon.”
I trotted back to the room and dislodged Boris’s gun from the holster. I was going to have to display my ugly side. I waited for them at the door. Gun pointed and aimed at the first person who would attempt to violate my control. Colin was first and faint hearted Mae next. She wasn’t the brains behind this operation, and I knew without leadership she would crumble.
“Hello Colin, nice to see you after so many years. Dick still limp and lifeless?”
He was stunned, seeing the person you
captured with a gun aimed at your cranium was a wake up call.
“Akemi, you are not going to shoot me. Put the gun down and let’s discuss this like reasonable people.”
“Reasonable people,” I echoed? “You kidnap me and a little girl you know nothing about, and now you are asking for me to be reasonable?”
Mae interjected, “your husband brought this upon you Akemi. If he had shared with Colin like he had promised none of this would be happening.”
“Colin, what nonsense did you feed my sister? In fact… never mind, I don’t even care. Mae, get the ropes and tie up your new boyfriend here.”
She was always a shy coward, never bold enough to represent herself and it showed by how quickly she obeyed my orders. With Colin tied securely I went over and bound my loving sister to a chair as well. After double checking the knots I looked them in the eyes and then zeroed in on Mae.
“I’m guessing Colin here put you up to the task of fucking my husband. I’m sure he enjoyed your tight asshole, but it’s been around the block so many times you had to drug him for him to screw you. You think it’s fun watching your man with another woman? You think it’s something glorious to watch? You fucking idiot. Maybe it’s because Colin struggles with getting hard in normal circumstances, but because of today’s situation, I strongly believe we will get a reaction. I unzipped Colin’s pants and the asshole grinned. Evidently he thought he was going to get some pussy but no,no…that wasn’t the case.
The head of his dick was already dripping fluid, and he was stiffening in excitement. I stroked the shaft with my fingernails and he grew harder and harder. Mae’s eyes opened and she wanted to tell me to stop, but she didn’t know how. As I rubbed my hand over the now engorged head, he tossed his head back and enjoyed the moment. I was speaking.
“Colin do you remember the first night we fucked? Yes, Mae, I’ve screwed him before… he was one of my best clients. Tell her Collin.” He didn’t respond and a strong squeeze to the balls encouraged an answer as he yelled in pain.